When She Cries
By Somewherethatsgreen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: No major spoilers, but it might not make sense to you if you haven't seen Slaves of Las Vegas.
Summary: Gil develops a bizarre obsession with the charming Lady Heather. I guess you could call this speculation for "Lady Heather's Box," but it doesn't really have anything to do with that because I was messing around with this idea before news about that episode was made public. Apparently it's not as original as I thought. o_O
Disclaimers: CSI is the property of Anthony Zuiker, CBS, Touchstone, etc. Songs are the property of their artists/writers. When She Cries was written by Shel Silverstein.
CHAPTER I
PROLOGUE
Strange thoughts plagued Gil's mind.
It had been over a month since the case involving a death at a fetish club had been closed. Professionally, he had moved on. But although the details of that case should have been stored away in the distant caverns of his memory like all the others, one thing, one person, stayed with him. That person was Lady Heather.
Thoughts of her remained fresh in his mind. There was something strangely appealing about the mysterious and unusual woman. In a way, he felt connected to her, although he could not explain his emotions with words.
He was secretly hoping to see her again. He wanted to be with her, even if for only a short time. He wanted a chance to figure out just what he felt for her. How ironic it was that he, who devoted his life to solving puzzles, could not decipher his own feelings.
His opportunity came on a hot afternoon as Gil, trying to get some rest before work, was relaxing on his couch. The telephone rang. The voice he heard was soft, musical, and very familiar.
"Mr. Grissom. How are you?"
He was lost for words. This was something he had never expected.
"I'm very well, thank you," he said hesitantly. "And you?"
"You know who I am, don't you?" she asked, sounding a little amused.
"Yes. I remember you."
"I was sure you would."
He was beginning to recover from his initial surprise. "What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you would like to come for tea on Sunday."
That was a second shock for Gil. For a moment, he hesitated. What would his co-workers think? Of course, it was not their business, was it? They would not have to know. There was nothing wrong with accepting her offer now that the case was finished. It would, in fact, be the polite thing to do. He had a deeper need, as well; he now wanted more than ever to see her.
"I would love to, Lady Heather."
"Thank you, Mr. Grissom," she said warmly. "And you can call me Heather."
"And you can call me Gil," he replied.
"Very well, Gil. You can come around two, if that's all right."
"That's just fine with me," said Gil.
"I'll see you on Sunday, then," she said. "Goodbye."
Gil said goodbye to Heather and hung up the phone, her voice still echoing in his ears. He sat there for a long time, thinking. Something was happening within him. Something was changing, and it was going to take some time to figure out what it meant.
By Somewherethatsgreen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: No major spoilers, but it might not make sense to you if you haven't seen Slaves of Las Vegas.
Summary: Gil develops a bizarre obsession with the charming Lady Heather. I guess you could call this speculation for "Lady Heather's Box," but it doesn't really have anything to do with that because I was messing around with this idea before news about that episode was made public. Apparently it's not as original as I thought. o_O
Disclaimers: CSI is the property of Anthony Zuiker, CBS, Touchstone, etc. Songs are the property of their artists/writers. When She Cries was written by Shel Silverstein.
CHAPTER I
PROLOGUE
Strange thoughts plagued Gil's mind.
It had been over a month since the case involving a death at a fetish club had been closed. Professionally, he had moved on. But although the details of that case should have been stored away in the distant caverns of his memory like all the others, one thing, one person, stayed with him. That person was Lady Heather.
Thoughts of her remained fresh in his mind. There was something strangely appealing about the mysterious and unusual woman. In a way, he felt connected to her, although he could not explain his emotions with words.
He was secretly hoping to see her again. He wanted to be with her, even if for only a short time. He wanted a chance to figure out just what he felt for her. How ironic it was that he, who devoted his life to solving puzzles, could not decipher his own feelings.
His opportunity came on a hot afternoon as Gil, trying to get some rest before work, was relaxing on his couch. The telephone rang. The voice he heard was soft, musical, and very familiar.
"Mr. Grissom. How are you?"
He was lost for words. This was something he had never expected.
"I'm very well, thank you," he said hesitantly. "And you?"
"You know who I am, don't you?" she asked, sounding a little amused.
"Yes. I remember you."
"I was sure you would."
He was beginning to recover from his initial surprise. "What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you would like to come for tea on Sunday."
That was a second shock for Gil. For a moment, he hesitated. What would his co-workers think? Of course, it was not their business, was it? They would not have to know. There was nothing wrong with accepting her offer now that the case was finished. It would, in fact, be the polite thing to do. He had a deeper need, as well; he now wanted more than ever to see her.
"I would love to, Lady Heather."
"Thank you, Mr. Grissom," she said warmly. "And you can call me Heather."
"And you can call me Gil," he replied.
"Very well, Gil. You can come around two, if that's all right."
"That's just fine with me," said Gil.
"I'll see you on Sunday, then," she said. "Goodbye."
Gil said goodbye to Heather and hung up the phone, her voice still echoing in his ears. He sat there for a long time, thinking. Something was happening within him. Something was changing, and it was going to take some time to figure out what it meant.